10-01-2019, 04:07 PM
Water, water, nothing but rushing, flowing, speeding water, moving past her scales erratically, sending her spinning, pulling her in all different directions. Her world was upside down, tossing, turning, spinning, like she was caught in a turbine. The sea was turbulent here, she always knew that, it was dangerous, and she had been warned as such, but it was too late now. She got too close, got sucked into a riptide, and now she was falling up and down all at once, flipping in the water like a gymnast out of control, and then there was the sea floor right in front of her eyes and -
Then she was asleep. Her mind raced, much like the waters that had stolen her away, away from her home. Thoughts came, of her family, of if they would even miss her at all. She didn't think they would, from how they treated her. She wondered if she would miss them either, from wherever she ended up, whatever punishment the powers that be decided to hand to her next, after she never woke up.
Would they even find her body? Or would she just be lost to the seas, to be eaten by some shark almost as dumb as her, straying into the forbidden waters?
It didn't matter, she supposed. She wouldn't wake up anyways, so why bother thinking about it. Why bother indeed.
And then she woke up.
There was sand beneath her, dry and rough, and air above her, and inside her, a howling sea - a sea which came spilling out of her in a few short coughs, her body forcefully expelling the salty solution. Normally water didn't do this much to her, but something was different - was wrong. Her body was so warm, and she felt heavy. She was wet, but it wasn't a good kind of wet, it wasn't the cold embrace of the sea, the only home she knew. It was heavy, like a storm, like blood spilling out from you, like when she learned she could never sing a song again.
She stood, shakily, on legs that were suddenly covered in fur, legs which were so different. Something had happened, she knew. Perhaps the sea had changed her, in its ultimate wisdom. Quietly, Echo - for that was her name, even if it would likely never pass from her lips - lifted a paw forward, stepping into the sand. She was still blue, a cool teal color, like seafoam, but she was so... hairy. That was what it was, to her knowledge. She saw a dog with it once, in one of the ships they sank, back when she was still allowed to hunt.
Offering a quick glance around her surroundings, she opened her mouth to call for help, hoping that maybe the sea had some ounce of Mercy in it, that she would be able to call for help.
But there was no Mercy in the sea, as she had learned time and time again, and all that left her mouth was a coarse whisper, a promise of speech that could never be fulfilled.
Then she was asleep. Her mind raced, much like the waters that had stolen her away, away from her home. Thoughts came, of her family, of if they would even miss her at all. She didn't think they would, from how they treated her. She wondered if she would miss them either, from wherever she ended up, whatever punishment the powers that be decided to hand to her next, after she never woke up.
Would they even find her body? Or would she just be lost to the seas, to be eaten by some shark almost as dumb as her, straying into the forbidden waters?
It didn't matter, she supposed. She wouldn't wake up anyways, so why bother thinking about it. Why bother indeed.
And then she woke up.
There was sand beneath her, dry and rough, and air above her, and inside her, a howling sea - a sea which came spilling out of her in a few short coughs, her body forcefully expelling the salty solution. Normally water didn't do this much to her, but something was different - was wrong. Her body was so warm, and she felt heavy. She was wet, but it wasn't a good kind of wet, it wasn't the cold embrace of the sea, the only home she knew. It was heavy, like a storm, like blood spilling out from you, like when she learned she could never sing a song again.
She stood, shakily, on legs that were suddenly covered in fur, legs which were so different. Something had happened, she knew. Perhaps the sea had changed her, in its ultimate wisdom. Quietly, Echo - for that was her name, even if it would likely never pass from her lips - lifted a paw forward, stepping into the sand. She was still blue, a cool teal color, like seafoam, but she was so... hairy. That was what it was, to her knowledge. She saw a dog with it once, in one of the ships they sank, back when she was still allowed to hunt.
Offering a quick glance around her surroundings, she opened her mouth to call for help, hoping that maybe the sea had some ounce of Mercy in it, that she would be able to call for help.
But there was no Mercy in the sea, as she had learned time and time again, and all that left her mouth was a coarse whisper, a promise of speech that could never be fulfilled.
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